We scream our insecurities but mutter our apologies;
And that is why this world will always be so wrong.
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Grrrr it did it again.
Bloggerrrrrrrrrrr!!!

What's the square of Tired+Exasperated With The Internet+Cranky? ...Nic, work that out, will yah.
Because that's what I am right now.
...No, wait. As a matter of fact; just cube the whole darn number. Or power ten it. Whatev. Same thing.

Boo I'm tired.
Then why; you may ask- why aren't you tucked up in bed, Cara dear?
We-ell. Maybe 'cuz Cara dear doesn't have a life.
No, actually.
It's 'cuz Cara darhling's one of them Obsessive Compulsive Bloggers. If she doesn't blog sporadically; she'll break out in ugly purple spots and she doesn't want to break out in them purple spots because it'll clash awfully with the red NJ exercise attire; and besides, as if looking like an overgrown grey dormouse wasn't bad enough already, purple spots would hardly do anything to help.

Anyway, so yeah. About my day.
We spent most of the day playing station games. I got wet and tired and wet and cold and wet and exhausted...oh, and I forgot to mention that I got wet, too.
I must confess, though, that I have underestimated the mysterious power only known to us mere mortals as CLASS GAMES. [Of course, I'm actually an Elf in disguise so I alone know ze secret name of CLASS GAMES; but I shan't tell because if I do you'll all turn into Elves too and then there'll be nobody left to be the gnomes and the dwarves.]

We Mass Danced for over an hour to the tune of A Public Affair.
Gaw, it was painful. I looked like a Spice Girl on crack.
And thennnn Maxy, RJ and I went for canoeing training.

So now I'm zonked.
Zonkedzonkedzonkedzzzzzzonked.

And Ash...? Unfair. There's actually a reason why they have separate guy and girl teams. [Gosh, I know!! Shocking, isn't it just?]
Not that I'm some sort of feminist. ...I mean, I don't burn bras or anything, if that's what y'all are wondering.
Anywhos, I don't reckon burning bras ackshually works. I mean- doesn't that work to the guys' advantage, in the end?

But never mind, OH WELL I SAID TOO MUCH.

Shu- yes, your life is and can be juicy. There's juiciness EVERYWHERE! I'm juicy [and gorgeous. And amazing. And rad. The list goes on], you're juicy; we're ALL juicy, but it's starting to sound wrong so I'll stop right there.
Bottom line: Juiciness is EVERYWHERE, so you've just gotta look for it.

Nic- yes, by now we all do realize that no, you're not the tattoo guy. [Although- darnit- he IS cute.]
And yes, you're not a guy.
Thank you for showing us that you have a very stable gender identity. Good for you.

Loth, luv, the Internet hung on me when I was trying to change the song for you, so be grateful now, sis. :] Love ya.

And yeah, Maxy; we're dirtayyyy girls. Down and dirtayye, that's us. [And I still can never listen to "Scandalous" without thinking of you!!]

Josh, you dieded on the track? ...Gosh, that's sad. Really, it is.
I'll get Maxy to play a Stacie Orrico song for you at your wake, no worries.
[Touchwood.] You're in track, though? ...That's cool. Even if you ARE, after all, dead.

'Kay, so that's all for now. I'm going downstairs to watch THE ARENA and cheer for the MG Debate Team. *toots kazoo*

So peace out, y'all; and much luvvvvv.

<3